bib-dewey

Named by a neighbour after something to do with the library system, he’s been hanging around here since we moved in.

And now he’s gone, missing. We saw him, a few blocks away, digging in some bushes. He’s been scrawny for months; something was clearly wrong.

Mangy, the last time I got close to him, he had poop on the back of his legs.

Poor little guy. We spent a lot of time petting him. While I don’t really approve of the outdoor cat thing myself, it has always been nice to have them hanging about, especially when they are as friendly as can be.

And Bibbers was one of those.

Very friendly, loved a good pet. Had a little snaggle tooth which meant you could always pick him out from the other black cats with the little white spot on their chest.

And now he’s gone, wandered off to spend his final moments alone, in peace. It’s heartbreaking not to know the end.

It’s heartbreaking she didn’t do something about him much earlier; there is mercy in the cessation of suffering, when that suffering cannot be abated.

I’m sorry, Bib. I wish we’d realized sooner.

Target: 800 words
Written: 642 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: White Hot Truth, Danielle Laporte
Comics: The Untold Tales Of I Hate Fairyland 7-10
Music: Unknown Pleasures, Joy Division (I'm literally wearing a shirt based on this album cover right now, so you know, I'm good)

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